“Fuck outta here.”
“Do you need to go or not?”
“Look. You played your little game and you made your fucking point. Let me loose.”
I’m about to argue with him, but then I remember I’m in charge here, so I march over to him, pull his dick out of his boxers, and angle the bucket so he can aim.
“You out your motherfuckin’ mind.”
“You can go in the bucket or in the bed. Your choice.”
I almost laugh when he closes his eyes. This man is legit concentrating to relieve himself. He must be nervous. After several seconds, the stream starts, and I angle my head back and to the side to get out of the way of the little splashes.
Once he’s done, I empty it into the toilet and flush, wondering if he knows all he has to do is tell me he needs to take a shit and this will all be over.
I might be crazy, but even I have my limits.
When I return, he’s right where I left him, of course. I take my seat again and stare, wondering what I’m gonna do next. It feels unfinished. It feels like he didn’t really hear me. Like he doesn’t quite get what he’s done to me.
“What time is it?”
I check my phone. “Three-fifty.”
“Fuck.” He shakes his head. “I should have been at work. I got so much shit to do.”
“At work. With her?”
“Yeah, let’s go back to that. You really thought I was fucking that lady?”
I cross my arms in front of me. “Were you?”
“No! I wouldn’t cheat on you, Raya. For several different reasons.”
“But you’re attracted to her.”
“She’s a pain in the ass.”
“That didn’t answer the question.”
“Honestly?" He thinks for a minute. Seems like he's choosing his words carefully. "I mean…she ain’t ugly.”
“Are you attracted to her?”
He seems to weigh the question on his mind’s emotional scale. “Yeah. I find her attractive. I’m human. I have eyes.”
“I’m aware.”
“Attraction doesn’t just turn off because you’re married. I’m sure you see plenty of men you find attractive.”
“Actually, I don’t. Most men are ugly as fuck nowadays.”
“Okay. Well…me finding a woman attractive don’t mean shit. Because you’re still the finest woman I’ve ever seen. I don’t wanna fuck anybody else.”
“I didn’t actually think you were, but I did and still do wonder why you hid her.”
“Look at me. Look at my hands." He pulls at the cuffs, making a metal clinking sound. "Look at my stomach. Look at the fact that I just pissed into a bucket. You still wondering, or you just playing dumb?”
“So, what, she’s annoying at work? You couldn’t have just told me that? You think I would have nutted up?”
